Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

@Figment

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Nobody likes a piteous fool, not even the piteous fool herself who steals a moment, ambling along an overgrown footpath, hunting for decent eats and anonymity. They were demented thoughts that bit her brain, the ones that craved isolation and the irrevocably guilty ones that came just after.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for this new life. She truly was. She was growing in respect for Gunnar and Taktuq. She was growing in love for Skáld. But she knew inevitably she would come to disappoint them. She grapples with the fear of that even before it happens- or does such rumination will it into existence?

The trees scatter half-light into the bracken and it’s peaceful if not for roiling thoughts that blind her to another presence in the wood, who is now privy to the dramatics of anxious pacing.